Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 326

Chapter 326

The Lucano and Casalini families were at war now–a beef so nasty it’d make a slaughterhouse look tame.

For Stephanie, Richard was personal, a walking scar.

He’d been Sebastian’s brother once, tight as hell. Sebastian had trusted him, counted on hirm, treated him like blood.

And Valentina–that backstabbing snake–had played the bestie card with her, all fake grins and bullshit.

In Long Harbor these past years, Stephanie had been itching to rip into Richard, her hate bubbling, never letting up.

Now she’d finally got her chance, and all that built–up rage was spilling out.

Richard’s patience was wearing thin as she hung on.

“Stefi, I said let go,” he growled, his voice dipping into something colder, meaner.

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Richard’s grip clamped down on her jaw again, no mercy. Stephanie flinched, her teeth popping apart as the pain hit, a thin streak of blood dripping from her lip.

“Take me back,” she hissed, teeth gritted, anger roaring through her voice.

Richard raised an eyebrow. “I stuck my neck out grabbing you–you think I’m just gonna drop you off, my little fiancée?”

Before the words even settled, Stephanie spat another glob of blood right in his face, quick and dead–on.

Richard wiped at the mess on his cheek. “You grew up fine, but what’s with this attitude now?”

Back in Fiorenza, she’d been a different vibe–quiet, sweet, always stuck to Sebastian’s side like a shadow.

She’d call him “Seb” in that soft, lilting voice, so gentle it could thaw a glacier.

of her threw him for a loop.

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but tight. “Sir, Richard says if you don’t back off, he’ll take Miss Giovanni down with

eyes narrowed, a cold spark flickering in them.

out what the hell he wants,” he

nodded. “On it.”

*****

night wind sliced through, smoke

had been on the phone with Stephanie when

the pain in her tailbone, she’d jumped off the hospital

cops called–she wasn’t that dumb.

with big dogs, the kind you

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her mind, Ella had to check it out herself. But the second she got there,

drifted from the gun in his hand, the air

rich–boy act, tucking his piece

We’re solid here,” Macro mumbled under his breath.

and

hit his cars, and he turned–locking eyes with Ella as she climbed out of her car.

for weirdness. Fear choked her up, her legs

blood–pooled on the ground, bright

was like a horror flick, red soaking into white like some messed–up art piece.

but nothing came out–just big, stunned

at Lorenzo, her heart pounding so hard

clocked her and strolled over, long legs eating up the distance. “Back already? Didn’t get what you wanted last time, huh?”

blanked. Her brain couldn’t process his words.

Lorenzo’s brow furrowed.

of Macro’s head. “Guess

rubbing

damn near wiped him out–he was still huffing, working the kink out